The Broken Ones [ENG]

Oh my Rowling, Harry ♥ Det här var typ det bästa som kunde ha hänt, överdriver inte ens! Hade inte det här varit en Drinny-fic så hade jag hoppats på Drarry, haha Men är det någon vi känner? Är det Blaise? Eller Theodore Nott? (Kan Ginny hitta en slytherinare, so why not Harry?) Kommer dö av nyfikenhet.

Och gillar Bob, han är så... vanlig, haha. Det är något med hans namn, det är så fruktansvärt vanligt att det blir ovanligt. Han är bra iaf!

Ser fram emot nästa kapitel, DU är bra ♥

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ TACK ALLIHOPA. Jag är glad att ni gillade det ♥

Jag hade tänkt mig Harrys one-night-stand (or?? ) som ett namnlöst ansikte, men nu är alla så nyfikna så jag måste hitta på någonting haha ♥

Alltså jag vill vara Bob

Yey gay Harry

Har skrivit klart ett rätt kort men ändå gulligt kapitel!

Det är ganska lite skrivande just nu, vilket beror på att min psykiska hälsa gick neråt helt enkelt. Har inte så mycket ork till just någonting. Men det blir bra, det ordnar sig. ♥ Thanks for understanding I guess?

Ska fixa med att publicera det här kapitlet imorgon tänker jag. Sedan har jag faktiskt bara ETT kapitel kvar! Say whaaat.

ETT KAPITEL?

Nejmen, kommer sakna den här fanficen. Den är så fantastisk, så välskriven och bara så bra. Och jag tycker att uppdateringen är bra, särskilt om man jämför med hur det gått för mig om jag hade skrivit en fanfic. xD ♥

Aja, nu taggar vi nytt kapitel iallafall! ♥

finisar ♥

Chapter 22; Kisses

2 months later

“So… you’re gay.” Ron nodded hesitantly, inspecting the cap of his water bottle to avoid uncomfortable eye contact.
“Not exactly”, Harry admitted. “More… both.”
“Bisexual”, said Hermione from her sunbed. “Attracted to both genders. Or Pansexual, attracted to people no matter their gender. Or…”
“Thank you, Hermione. I’ve already researched them all in detail.” Harry made a face and took a sip of his lukewarm soda. “Thanks for the support, though.”
“Naturally.”
The ever unshatterable golden trio were all lying on sunbeds, enjoying the sunshine without having to worry about sunburn - magic takes care of those things. After an almost friendly discussion a few weeks earlier, the trio and their whole clique, including partners, had decided for their “awesome outland-trip with friends and lots of parties, also books or other stuff for those uninterested in partying” to go to Crete. They were young, wild and free, and they’d never gone on a normal trip together until now. So far, this trip had been a clear improvement from the horcrux-hunt a few years ago.

The weather was infinitely more pleasing. The food was definitely more exquisite than the mushy, inedible fungus they’d survived on. The people were nicer. There were less fighting. And the best part - there were more kissing.

Connor was an excellent kisser. Not necessarily better than Ginny, but…. yeah. He kind of was. Or maybe that was just Harry.
Still, it was amazing. Every bit of it. The kissing, the talking, the laughing, the joking, the loving. The butterflies in Harry’s stomach, making themselves apparent whenever he met Connor’s turquoise eyes. It’d been a long, long time since he felt something like this.
The media bothered them at first, of course. The Chosen One likes boys! The Chosen One is gay! There’d been days when Harry had refused to leave the apartment, but Connor always made him.
“They’re just jealous, love”, he said with his ever so British accent. “They’re just jealous.”
And Harry believed him. Connor had even made sure they kissed in public, in front of the camera, just to make it clear and put an end to the speculations. Eventually, the media ran out of scandalous headlines.
The media hadn’t felt half as bad as the family and friends did. Harry was terrified of the reactions, but thankfully most of his friends had been happy for him. Ron had stared at him for ten minutes straight before Hermione slapped him, George had had trouble breathing from laughing so hard, and Neville had dropped the beer he was holding before he fainted.
But overall, they’d been accepting of his relationship. Of him. Of the obviously not so straight Harry Potter.

Connor was a Slytherin, which was almost as big of a deal as him being a boy. He had the most luscious blonde curls, eyes that Harry wanted to drown in, a sharp jawline and well-toned muscles. He’d always been gay, just not very publically during his Hogwarts years. He had a laugh that made Harry’s insides melt into mush, a smile with the same effect, he was witty and loving and admirable and fearless. He was every complimentary word that had ever been used to compliment someone. To have someone like Connor sure made the confusion of eventually being gay, worth it.

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“So, Draco”, Hermione took a sip of her red wine. “How’s your education going?”
“I just started Muggle University a month back.” He made a face. “I haven’t gotten very far yet. And it’s a lot of work. But it’s interesting.”
“I can only guess. Psychology is a wildly fascinating subject. How long do you have to study for?”
“Five years. Muggles are quite thorough with their educations.” The conversation was making him nervous, but he handled it by folding and unfolding a napkin in his lap. Coping techniques, he repeated to himself. Coping techniques.
“That’s just excessive”, argued Ron. “I like the Wizarding World’s philosophy a lot more. Math isn’t even obligatory!”
“Seeing to your catastrophical compatibility with numbers, it probably should be.” Ginny gave her brother an almost friendly nudge.
“Hey! I know a lot of math!”
“What’s twenty-four times four?”
“Two thousand?”
Hermione hid her face with a napkin as the rest of the table laughed. Even Draco joined in, unsure at first but still laughing. Laughing was one of the things he still worked at improving, being able to enjoy himself overall, but it was getting easier. It was getting easier and easier every day.

“I picked up a magazine a few weeks back”, said Luna with her usual, dreamy voice. “They had a story about you two.” She nodded her head towards Harry and Connor.
“That’s kind of standard.” Harry smiled, more at Connor then at Luna.
“You get used to it”, answered Connor, his face angled at Harry’s.
“Those two are hopeless.” Neville had probably meant for his words to come out as a whisper in his fiancées, Hannah’s, ear, but unfortunately they didn’t.
“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that”, said Harry, still not devoting a single ounce of eye contact to anyone else.
“We’ll just take it as a compliment.” Connor kissed him, and while Harry blushed vigorously during the act, it was obvious they both enjoyed it.
“That’s enough, lovebirds!” Ron was the one to break them off. “I think our food is coming.”
“It’s not”, said Hermione. “You just enjoy interrupting people.” And before Ron had time to think of a suitable comeback, their lips were connected as well.
“Well, if this is what a dinner with you guys look like, then…” Neville shrugged his shoulders before he and Hannah joined in.
“So I guess this isn’t optional”, said Ginny, and then her lips were on Draco’s, and he wasn’t aware of anybody else. She tasted like a sweet combination of alcohol-free champagne and pure perfection, and his napkin fell to the ground as he put his arms around her, answering the kiss passionately and steamy.
The waitress’s face expression as she came to serve them their food was priceless.

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He really was beautiful.
Charcoal hair, glittering eyes, the most adorable nose and the cutest little smile when he was nervous.
Almost everyone had harbored some secret crush on Harry Potter in Connor’s year at Hogwarts, even though they were in Slytherin and supposed to hate his guts. The girls had been hysterical, jumping and screaming and crying every time The Chosen One accidentally looked their way. Connor wanted to do the same, but since he apparently couldn’t - he’d learned that the hard way - he had to follow the other boys lead, sighing and rolling their eyes soon as Harry’s name was mentioned.
No, his Hogwarts years hadn’t been much fun. The other boys eventually figured his sexuality out almost before he did, and that was the end of acceptance. The torture begun instead. Jokes that weren’t fun. Ignorance. Being left out. Threats, even. They laughed at him, spread false rumours, talked behind his back. Connor graduated with a false reputation of being secretly in love with the janitor, Mr Filch, and never looked back.
His teenage crush on Harry Potter had been long forgotten by then. It was an understatement saying that Connor had been shocked when their paths crossed again, years later.

They were walking along the beach now, their bare feet enjoying the pleasant sensation of sand between toes. It was still light outside, even if barely, and Connor found himself astonished by how well the evening-light suited Harry’s appearance.
“You’re staring at me, weirdo.” Harry gave him a facetious push.
“Quit being so unfathomably beautiful and I’ll stop.”
“I didn’t say I had a problem with it.”
“That’s great, because I don’t plan on quitting.” The corners of Connor’s mouth turned upwards in a wide grin.
“Jerk.”
“You know you love me.”
“When you put it that way.” Harry grinned as well, leaned in, and then they were kissing. Again.

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Not too far from Harry and Connor, in a hotel room with magnificent sea-view, lay a couple next to each other in bed. One man, one woman. To the outside world, there was nothing special about them, or what they were about to do.
“For real this time?” asked the man.
“For real this time”, the woman confirmed.

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Hundreds of miles away from the man and woman lay another woman in a bed, though entirely alone. Her hospital bed creaked as she tried to make herself comfortable, but when you’ve laid in the same bed for over a day, it loses its ability to be just that, comfortable. Now she felt like the bedsprings cut through her skin into her bony back and nested themselves amid her vertebras. Her grey comforter was cold with sweat after a panic attack earlier that day, and there was mustard yellow spots on it from old vomit.
Astoria tried to find something in the room to focus on, something that could take her mind away from her funky reality, but there was not much to look at. The room’s furniture consisted of a barred window too high up for her to reach, the bed she lay in, an empty foldable plastic chair and the nightstand next to her, where she kept all her belongings. A self-help book, a diary, a pencil. A plastic glass of water.
It would be time for the evening dose of pills in a few minutes. That meant a sleeping pill along with the anti-depressants and other bizarre medicines they drugged her with, and sleeping pill meant a few hours of miraculous oblivion. As she continued to stare gloomily at the grey walls, she longed for it.
More than anything, she longed for death, but it seemed to be impossible in places like this. The healers wanted her to get better, they said. They wanted her to get better, that’s why they drugged her with medicines that made her body and mind go limp. Apparently, that was the way you got better here.
If better meant lethargic and suicidal, they’d sure succeeded.

She thought a lot about Draco as she lay there, staring at walls, wishing her life away, wishing for a heart attack or anything that would mean painful, instantaneous death. Maybe she should’ve treated him better, after all.

The door opened, and a chubby latina nurse walked in, carrying a tray.
“Evening dose of medication, miss Greengrass.”
“Thank you, Lynda.”
So this was her life now, she thought as she swallowed the multi-coloured pills with lukewarm water. In fifteen minutes, the sleeping pill would kick in, and she’d be one day closer to her anticipated and longed-for death.

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Only one more chapter to go!

Förlåt för det hemska slutet guys.. Hoppas alla gulliga scener väger upp för det!!
(Rons mattekunskaper ♥)
("When you put it that way" ♥)

Och Harry fick sin slytherinare, hurra! Nu är jag fullkomligt nöjd.

Inget omnämnande av Rolf, men misstänker att även han är med? Så gulligt med parresa iaf! Men är nyfiken på hur Ginny reagerade på att Harry är bi.

Och älskade alla andras reaktioner på när Harry berättade. Neville ♥ Och George ♥ Och Harry ocv Connor är ju för söta, älskade deras munhuggande ♥

(Och hoppas Astoria blir kvar på den där sängen läääänge till)

Omg det här va bästa hittills!!!! Looooove it ♥♥♥
Och Harrys slytherinare! Du plågar mig genom att göra honom så lik Draco ;_;

Alltså jag gråter vad gulligt!!